Gunnar A Motorcycle Club Romance - Nina Levine Page 0,70
in the door. “I think we’re good for tonight.” She grabs two wine glasses. “We have a lot to talk about tonight, my friend. And just let me say it, I fucking love your hair. I knew that style would suit you.”
I take a sip of wine after she passes me a glass. “I love the length. It’s so much easier to manage.”
“Okay, spill. Tell me all about your week away and your new job, and don’t leave anything out.”
Oh, I’ll be leaving a whole lot of it out. Last week was a fucked-up mess of epic proportions, and she doesn’t need to know about half of it.
I share what I can with her while we eat dinner and work our way through a bottle of wine. The alcohol goes to my head pretty fast because wine always does that to me, so when Alexa suggests we open another bottle, I’m all for it. Drinking more always sounds like a good idea when you’re already drunk.
We sit on her couch and talk about my marriage, her mum, and her work before moving onto discussing the guy she’s been sleeping with. We’re laughing our asses off as she tells me how her cat bit him on the ass while he was going down on her when Mason’s voice cuts through our laughter.
“Your door was unlocked,” he says, his eyes firmly on me, instantly causing desire to pool low in my stomach. “Any-fucking-one could have come in while you two were in here fucking about.”
Alexa moves off the couch, stumbling a little on her way to him. “Good God, do you ever stop worrying and bossing people around? You need a drink is what you need.” She comes to a stop, pointing her finger at him. “Oh, and you really need to look at my showerhead since you didn’t get to do that the other night.”
He looks at her. “Yeah, that’s why I’m here.”
I run my eyes over him while they discuss her leaking showerhead. He’s wearing jeans and a white T-shirt tonight. I miss his suit, but I’ve always loved him in a white shirt. With his tanned skin, beard, and muscles that are distracting as hell, he makes a white shirt look better than I’ve ever seen one look on a man.
“Chelsea,” Alexa says. “Did you hear what I just said?”
I blink and stop staring at Mason, who’s looking at me like he’s thinking about all the things he did to me last week. “S-Sorry,” I stutter, tripping over my words, feeling all bothered by him. “What?”
She gives me a knowing look. “I asked if you were ready for another wine?”
I nod. “Please.”
She pours our drinks and hands me mine before saying, “I’ll be back in a minute.”
I take a big sip of wine as I watch her walk to the bathroom. Being alone with Mason is dangerous, and while it’s all I want, I know it’s a bad idea. A very bad idea. I’m doing my best not to look at him, but without Alexa in the room, I’m struggling.
He places the toolbox he’s carrying on the kitchen counter, opens the fridge, and bends to search for what he wants. A moment later, he retrieves a beer and closes the fridge. Twisting the cap off, he takes a long swig before coming to me. His eyes reach deep inside me as he says, “You need to be more careful, Mayfair. I told you to watch your back. Not locking that door isn’t fucking watching your back.”
His concern causes my stomach to flutter more than it already is. This is Mason not hating me completely, and it reminds me of the Mason who loved me with everything he had.
I sip some more wine. “Thank you.”
He frowns. “What the fuck for?”
I smile. “For caring enough to remind me of that.”
He takes another long swig of beer, not shifting his attention off me.
I watch as he swallows it down, waiting for his reply, but Alexa rejoins us, ending our conversation.
“You hungry?” she asks him. “We’ve got leftover tacos if you are.”
He watches me for another few seconds before looking at her and nodding. “Yeah, I could go some tacos.”
She picks up her glass of wine and walks back to the couch as she says, “Last person to eat cleans.”
Mason gives a shake of his head and mutters, “Of course they fucking do.”
I smile. I’ve missed being around these two together. We had some good times while I was with Mason.